Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: Cellar Hole/FootballAs a kid, I’d play behind my childhood home in the beautiful Massachusetts countryside, in a place called the Cellar HoleFeb 3, 20201Feb 3, 20201
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: SnowmenChristmas Eve I walked from my Mission District homeFeb 3, 2020Feb 3, 2020
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: ThornsAfter I quit meth in 2007, I was inspired by, among much else, a book called No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle…Feb 3, 2020Feb 3, 2020
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: DoorwaysTwo days after Christmas, a FedEx driver appeared at my front doorJan 14, 2020Jan 14, 2020
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: New Year, Rehab“Wherever you have friends that’s your country, and wherever you receive love, that’s your home.” — Tibetan sayingJan 6, 2020Jan 6, 2020
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: Christmas/MandelaIn December 2000, a plane touched down in San FranciscoDec 26, 2019Dec 26, 2019
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: MoonlightIn the pre-dawn hours in my childhood home in MassachusettsDec 24, 2019Dec 24, 2019
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: WhiteoutWriting from my snowy home in morning MassachusettsDec 24, 2019Dec 24, 2019
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: High DesertThe Holiday Season is, for me — like for many — a time to be tempted to worryDec 4, 2019Dec 4, 2019
Ed KressyMeditations on Meth: Thanksgiving in JailThanksgiving Day, 2004, found me incarcerated in San Bruno County JailDec 4, 2019Dec 4, 2019